NITA B GEORGE

 

 

Cobwebs In The Air...

 

There

Is

A

Futility

In the air

The

Illusions

That hypnotized me so

Hang

Like

Cobwebs in the air

And

I,

Caught

In

Silvery strings, struggle.

There

Is

A

Futility

In

The

Air...

 

The Unhappy Rose...

 

Hounded

By

Loneliness,

In

Desperation,

I

Look

For

You,

But,

The mental eye

That

Discerns

My

Need

Missing

In

You

I

Find.

The

Rose that bloomed

So

Happily

In

whiteness

Finds

Its

End...

There

Is

Futility

In

The

Air...

Even

Red roses,

Red, red roses,

Die...

 

NITA B GEORGE

 

NITA B GEORGE: Short story writer and a Poet is a Post Graduate in English Literature from the Osmania University in Hyderabad, Telangana, India. Her teaching career at the Degree level extends over a period of 37 years. This experience of dealing with young growing minds has enriched her immensely in life. Poetry entered late in her life, almost, at the age of 54. She graduated into writing, Creative writing, from an English teacher to a Poet and a Short story writer.